Clench Jawed
You sleep on your side of the bed
Clench jawed and dreaming
You're terrified of being on your own
And I hear you wake up screaming
And you take me out for breakfast and a beer
And you remind me of all the good friends that we have here
I said "I know it's gonna hurt
I wished I had the sense to let you try it first"
We spent the better part of two years being creeps
Wearing holes into our sneakers
Don't even bother going to work no more
There's nothing that we need there
But I'm so sick and tired of having nothing
Getting really fuckin tired of having nothing
I'm so sick and tired of having nothing
I'm really fuckin tired of having nothing
And you take me out for breakfast and a beer
And you remind me of all the good friends that we have here
I said "I know it shouldn't be
But I can't help but feel there's something missing in me"
And I can't quite put my finger on it
Mama, what could it be?
But I feel so fucking stupid for believin'
And I can't quite put my finger on it
Mama, what could it be?
And I feel so fucking foolish for believin'
That there was anywhere better to be
There was anywhere better to be
Clench jawed and dreaming
You're terrified of being on your own
And I hear you wake up screaming
And you take me out for breakfast and a beer
And you remind me of all the good friends that we have here
I said "I know it's gonna hurt
I wished I had the sense to let you try it first"
We spent the better part of two years being creeps
Wearing holes into our sneakers
Don't even bother going to work no more
There's nothing that we need there
But I'm so sick and tired of having nothing
Getting really fuckin tired of having nothing
I'm so sick and tired of having nothing
I'm really fuckin tired of having nothing
And you take me out for breakfast and a beer
And you remind me of all the good friends that we have here
I said "I know it shouldn't be
But I can't help but feel there's something missing in me"
And I can't quite put my finger on it
Mama, what could it be?
But I feel so fucking stupid for believin'
And I can't quite put my finger on it
Mama, what could it be?
And I feel so fucking foolish for believin'
That there was anywhere better to be
There was anywhere better to be
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Writer(s): John Vournakis
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